| Current mood: |  contemplative |
i picked up izzy from the hospital yesterday, set off to his mom's, got into a big argument that i doubt the onlookers enjoyed, calmed down, talked things out a bit, got too late to take him to his mommy's so i let him crash over, he made a mess in the kitchen while having a really nasty attitude, resulting in me getting angry again and telling him to take the bus home, which apparently he did.
my mom seems to think i should have left him in the hospital... but i can't really do that. i'm still liable for the bill, there's no reason to grow it. it's only an emergency facility, anyway, not a long-term vare facility. i think she thought it was for some reason. kept saying there's nothing i can do, like i should bury my head in the sand and shout 'lalalalaalalalalalalalalalalala' until the end of time. i HAD to do something, wasn't about whether i COULD, the question was WHAT. still is the question, pretty much.
he seems to get enjoyment from playing games with me, trying to get all these emotions out of me. he's good at it. it's what he devotes his intellect to. i think people like him have no reason to exist, they just want to fuck with others. it's not right. it makes me want to do whatever i can to fuck with him. and i know how also. he's a good teacher, unintentionally. though he tries HARD to pretend things don't bother him, i know they do. i have my arsenal. i just need to be a little more careful of what i do, and take him down.
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